Everyone one day will find their True Self, the One we all have searched for. As is read: To Thine Own Self Be True. Going through the trials and tribulations, joys and happiness that are all part of each expression in the classroom of life.

It was a cloudy day. At noon I was walking alone, suddenly I heard fearful shouts of some children. I rushed to the source of the sound. It was the bank of a nearby pond. Four children were shouting loudly standing there

I recently began collecting ghost stories, in the hopes of writing a book someday. For now, I'm happy to post some of the more unusual ones as the stories were collected from family members, friends and co-workers who had first-hand experience in these chilling stories. This one takes...

I had a friend who used to study at a haunted school. I do not know if everything she told me was really true but I guess since the stories were all passed around from one student to another over the years, they might have become exaggerated, but still retain a certain kernel of truth...

Oh if you could wish upon a star and have your wishes all come true...but that exists only in nana noonoo land...the reality is we have to work to accomplish and those who don't oft fall by the wayside...especially if looking for a free ride through life...enjoy

We are all given many chances to see beyond what people call reality. It is always there for us to see and travel to...being childlike in simplicity of being will take you to places you never believed existed but they do...I know I have been and experienced them...and as Master Jesu...

Inspirational piece as a reminder that regardless of life's adversities we can be true to ourselves and always have a place within that we can find tranquility and peace. This helps to make clear decisions and keep goals in focus.

I have written a Poem about judging others already. But that poem narrates this particular situation from one's own perspective as the one who is doing the judging. But this version put's you as the victim to have an idea of what they actually pass through. The strength of this poem i...